January 20, 2018. Miniature No.59. "&I I dared to ask". .
And I dared to ask, in the politest, kindest, gentlest manner that I could ever talk to someone, "I want to know: where is this going?" Oh, A taboo of a question! I was advised no to ask. I was advised that i will be left alone. I was advised not to care. I was advised that woman who ask will end up loosing everything. And then when I asked, in return I was threatened that if I dare to ask that question, I should be ready for everything to fall apart. That I should know that there is a 50% chance for yes, oh but a 50% chance for no! So all this time you were here half way! Just 50%! As if when you threaten somebody, they magically forget their questions! They burry their emotions and you will be happy with the unreal person they become, even though you know they are carrying that question like a neon sign above their head. But I asked... And then... there was storm. A strong wind of my will to reveal your true face. It took your mask away. And then all started to fall apart! All because I dared to ask. You looked grim. You only had half a face. With nothing to hide the rest half. It described why you always wear masks. Nothing was roses and tulips ever again. You may think that I regret. But I tell you: that I will always ask. If I was born 5 more time I would ask this all 5 times of it. Do you know why? Because I have the right. Because I am a 100%. .